Scared to die? Why? Take appropriate measures, descend throughmeditation. Be empty, rest. And to your friends and sons be asgravity.

Tired of death. It's what it is. Let's play sports, have sex, kayakto the huckleberries, fish for marvelous fish, live a wonderful life, givegenerously.

Done blowing, O wild wind? Not yet? So be it. I lay my headin your felt hands. The motion of the branches, evolutionary branches, are myguarantee.

That's all folks, 7:30. The sky is clear, the crows are out. The cloudsare with my mood commensurate. I should shout, having livedprodigiously.

Robert Ronnow's most recent poetry collections are New & Selected Poems: 1975-2005 (Barnwood Press, 2007) and Communicating the Bird (Broken Publications, 2012). Visit his web site at www.ronnowpoetry.com